Offering plate oops

When the ushers in the church I attended last week counted the money in the offering plate, they found something they didn’t expect. I don’t know what, but I know they didn’t expect it. I also think they likely had a good laugh at me behind my back. I understand. …

Young love, old love

Young love – I remember it well. Heartflutters, crazy mood swings, electric touches, skin on fire and passionate messages transmitted across the room by eye contact alone. We kissed to the Carpenters singing We’ve Only Just Begun during our Saturday morning rendezvous in our college’s least-frequented student lounge. We didn’t …